When Aunt Hua finished writing the last question, Xiao Miaomiao's tender little face almost hit the table. Aunt Hua stretched out her hand and placed it on the table, and Xiao Miaomiao's small face hit her palm directly. inside.
After raising it for so long, the little face can be regarded as a bit fleshy, soft and tender.
Aunt Hua's heart is also soft, this is her little daughter.
Aunt Hua leaned over and carefully picked up her little daughter.
Xiao Miaomiao woke up suddenly, feeling suspended in the air, her eyes were terrified, and she struggled suddenly in fright.
"It's Auntie, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's Auntie, Auntie is holding you." Aunt Hua saw Xiao Miaomiao's terrified eyes, and immediately understood that she must have thought it was the same as before, and hurriedly comforted her.
Only then did Xiao Miaomiao see clearly that it was her aunt, the panic in her eyes slowly receded, and then she carefully and slowly stuck to Aunt Hua's body.
Auntie Hua had a small head in her arms, and felt the trust from the little guy. Her hands trembled a little, and she almost shed tears. She quickly touched Miaomiao's hair, her voice trembling, "Auntie is here."
Aunt Hua carried Xiao Miaomiao back to her bedroom, and Xiao Miaomiao sat obediently on the bed, took off her clothes, and put on her pajamas.
Aunt Hua took out the scar cream from the cabinet next to her, and slowly applied it on Miaomiaomiao's hands and calves.
After painting, she stuffed Miaomiao into the quilt. Aunt Hua didn't notice that Miaomiao slept in the same place when she slept tonight.
When Uncle Hua came back, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, and then he found that his wife was still awake, sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Uncle Hua took off his coat and walked over, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Aunt Hua put down her needle and thread, "I'll modify the school uniform."
After she put down her blue and white school uniform, she stood up and hugged Uncle Hua, "Today my daughter took the initiative to hug me."
Uncle Hua patted her head, "She is a good child, and she will get better and better in the future."
"I know, I'm not in a hurry, it's just that when she hugged me, she was so excited that she wanted to cry." Although it wasn't born by her, she slowly healed her injuries, watching her little by little From the time when she would hide in fear when she saw adults, to now being able to eat with them, go to school, and call her auntie, the painstaking effort in it can be said to be much more than other mothers.
"You go to eat some food first, I left it for you." Aunt Hua sat down again, picked up the school uniform she got today, "I will finish work here soon."
Aunt Hua is a fashion designer. Not only can she draw design drawings, she can also make clothes by herself, let alone just changing a small design.
Only then did Uncle Hua see that the cuffs on the front of the school uniform had been changed by his wife, but it was not the frilly design of other clothes at home, but a part of the cuffs had been stretched out, so you can see it even if you don’t pay attention not come out.
After Aunt Hua repaired the school uniform, the house was quiet. She opened the little daughter's room carefully and put the school uniform aside.
The little girl was nestled in the soft quilt, only her little head was exposed. Aunt Hua couldn't help but bent down and kissed the little cheek, little girl, her little girl.
In the same night, Father Zhou got up to go to the bathroom, and when he came back, he saw a little light peeking through the crack in the door of the study.
His heart skipped a beat, he was in a bad mood, he looked left and right, but he couldn't find a weapon in his hand, so he took off a slipper, held up the slipper, and tiptoed towards the study.
Gently pushing the study door, he saw his son sitting in front of the computer.
Zhou Yuan's expression was a bit indescribable, "Dad, are you going to shoot cockroaches with your slippers?"
Father Zhou put the slippers on the ground as if nothing had happened, "I just saw a mouse."
Changed the subject instead, "It's so late, why are you here? You still haven't slept, and you won't be able to wake up tomorrow!"
While speaking, he hugged Zhou Yuan. Although he was considered tall among his peers, Zhou Yuan was still a dwarf in front of adults, and he had no strength to fight back, so he was directly thrown into the bedroom.
"Don't even think about applying for a transfer, go to bed!" Dad Zhou said.
Because Zhou Yuan had such a dark history in the past, Zhou's father naturally thought that he stayed up most of the night and went to apply for the university again.
Zhou Yuan did not refute, his emotions were still on what he found.
Zhou Yuan is much better now than he was a year ago. Now he can understand that not everyone in this world can have his intelligence, and not everyone can have a photographic memory. Naturally, he can understand that it is not Everyone can live like him.
But he never thought that there would be such a bad life for children.
For one tenth of his life he has experienced, the biggest trouble is that his parents won't let him skip a grade. He has to communicate with a group of little kids whose thoughts are completely different from the world.
When Zhou Yuan arrived at school the next day, he saw his deskmate wearing the same school uniform as the other students, and was already sitting on his seat.
Zhou Yuan walked over, "Miao Miao, good morning." He knew that her name was Miao Miao, not Meow Meow.
Xiao Miaomiao held the bag of jerky in her hand, just waiting for him to come, and finally came.
She was all thinking about how to give this to the other party, and when she heard him talking to her, her little head couldn't react.
At this time, Zhou Yuan sat in his seat, seeing that Xiao Miaomiao did not answer him, he patiently continued to talk to Xiao Miaomiao, "When I came in just now, I saw our lunch today, today's fruit is pomegranate, Do you like to eat it?"
The school will announce the children's lunch in the display column outside early in the morning every day, which is convenient for parents who send their children to supervise.
When Xiao Miaomiao heard this, she didn't care about the jerky anymore. She turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Sixteen?" Is it the edible Sixteen
My aunt taught Xiao Miaomiao to count, and Xiao Miaomiao can count to more than fifty. Auntie said yesterday when she was out of school that she didn’t get sixteen to eat. She didn’t quite understand why sixteen could eat, but she hadn’t heard of fifteen , fourteen, seventeen can eat...
"Yes, pomegranates." Zhou Yuan coaxed the children, "Does Miao Miao like pomegranates?"
Xiao Miaomiao hummed, but didn't answer directly, her little head was full of one thing.